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Personal Narrative: My First Star War

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I listened as the familiar click of her kitten heels faded as she walked down the steps and into the kitchen. I trudged out of bed, twisting my Star Wars boxers back to normal (Yes, you heard correctly. I own men’s Star Wars boxers!) After showering, I threw on a pair of skinny jeans. (Well when I say threw, it’s more like a series of wiggles, hops, stretches, and squats before managing to pull them on.) I put on a white laced shirt and my favorite red converse. I quickly slapped on some makeup before heading down to breakfast. While walking down the stairs, I pulled my long wavy, dirty-blonde hair into a messy bun. Multitasking is not one of my strong suits. So doing my hair while going down 14 steps to my living room was probably a bad idea.
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